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The  Little  Shepherdess: 
Comedy  in  One  Act: 

y  Andre  Rivoire :  Trans- 
ated    by    Barrett     H. 

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The  Little  Shepherdess: 
A  Comedy  in  One  Act: 
by  Andre  Rivoire :  Trans- 
lated  by  Barrett  H. 
Clark 


Samuel  French :  Publisher 

28-30  West  Thirty-eighth  Street :  New  York 


OOFYBJOHT,    1915, 

Kt  SAMUEL    FRENCH 


ANDRfi  RIVOIRE. 

Andre  Rivoire  was  born  at  Vienne  in  1872.  His 
early  education  was  received  at  Lyon.  Later  he 
came  to  Paris  and  there  in  1895  he  published  his 
first  volume  of  poems,  Les  Vierges.  The  poet  Sully 
Prudhomme  said  of  this  volume,  to  which  he  wrote 
a  preface :  The  author  has  described  some  ex- 
tremely delicate  states  of  the  soul,  using  only  the 
traditional  resources  of  versification. " 

M.  Rivoire  is  one  of  the  genuine  poets  of  the 
younger  generation;  into  his  plays  too  ("  La  Peur 
de  Souffrir,"  "  II  fitait  une  Bergere-— "  and  "  Pour 
Vivre  Heureux ")  he  has  infused  much  of  his 
poetic  spirit,  yet  the  success  of  "  A  Temperamental 
Journey"  ("Pour  Vivre  Heureux")  proves  the 
power  of  the  poet  to  construct  a  play  at  once 
dramatic  and  beautiful. 


"  The  Little  Shepherdess  "  requires  the  simplest 
of  settings.  An  ordinary  out-door  set,  with  painted 
trees  and  underbrush,  or  with  practical  set-pieces 
is  sufficient.  The  costumes  should  be  eighteenth 
century  style. 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS 


PERSONS  REPRESENTED. 

The  Shepherd 
The  Shepherdess 
The  Princess 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS 


Scene: — The  scene  is  laid  in  a  little  wood;  every- 
where about  are  bushes,  trees,  and  underbrush. 
Down-stage  to  the  left  at  the  foot  of  a  great 
tree  is  a  sort  of  couch  formed  by  the  grasses; 
this  moss-covered  hollow  is  partially  concealed 
by  the  low  bushes;  to  the  right,  a  tree  trunk, 
used  as  a  bench. — An  ancient  half-ruined  wall 
extends  from  down-stage  right  to  up-stage  left; 
in  the  wall  is  a  little  gateway.  Above  the  wall 
the  well-trimmed  trees  of  the  park  can  be  seen. 

As  the  curtain  rises  the  Shepherd  and  the  Shep- 
herdess are  seated  side  by  side.  There  is 
a  long  period  of  silence,  then. 

Shepherd.    There ! 

Shepherdess.    Is  that  the  end? 

Shepherd.  Yes — I'm  so  happy,  now — the  even- 
ing is  lovely.  How  we  love  each  other — how  good 
it  is  to  be  together!  (He  takes  her  hand)  See,  I 
touch  your  hand,  then  we  dream — our  hearts  are 
full  of  unexpressed  words — but  we  don't  speak 
them — we  don't  need  to — ! 

Shepherdess.    So — ! 

Shepherd.  What  can  we  say?  That  we  adore 
each  other?     I  know  it,  you  know  it. 

Shepherdess.     Say  it  all  the  same — once  more! 

Shepherd.    You  say  it! 

Shepherdess.  No,  you!  Begin — one,  two,  three 
■ — Yes,  you  !    You  first ! 

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6.      •  .THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

*  » 

Shepherd.    You  ! 

Shepherdess.    No,  you !    I'll  say  "  Thank  you !  w 
'"Shepherd.   "Yes,  I  love  you,  I  love  you 

Shepherdess.  Wait  till  I'm  ready — !  Wait! 
Put  your  forehead  against  my  neck — lower — 
There ! —    Your  ear  over  my  heart 

Shepherd.    Like  that? 

Shepherdess.  Tighter —  Yes —  Now  don't 
say  a  word —    Do  I  need  answer  you  by  words? 

Shepherd.  •  My  love !  My  only  love !  You're 
the  whole  world  to  me !  (He  is  about  to  kneel  be- 
fore her) 

Shepherdess.     (Preventing  him)     No,  stop! 
^Shepherd.      (Disengaging  himself)     I   can  see 
you  better — when  I  kneel —    There 

Shepherdess.  (Looking  about  her)  It's  pretty 
here !  It's  like  a  room  that's  alive,  with  the  breeze 
cooling  us  and  the  leaves  protecting;  our  hearts  can 
open  wider-. here!  Here  I  feel  you  are  more  mine 
than  anywhere  else.  When  you  speak,  every- 
thing else  speaks,  too :  I  hear  the  wind  rustling 
in  the  branches,  and  over  there  the  drops  in  that 
spring,  so  cool  and  fresh.  Here  everything  is 
tender — like  your  voice,  dearest.  Then  there  is  a 
faint  odor  of  strawberries  in  the  moss;  our  kisses 
taste  of  them.  How  alone,  how  quiet  we  are,  I 
loving  you  and  you  loving  me ! 

Shepherd.    Oh,  how  I  love  you ! 

Shepherdess.  Some  day — in  a  month's  time  or 
six  months,  I  really  can't  say — we-ferast  get  married 
— possibly  the  time's  not  so  far  off — ! 

Shepherd.  Ah,  but  your  father  will  never  allow 
it! 

Shepherdess.  Lover  and  sweetheart  will  be  man 
and  wife,  never  fear!  I'm  not  in  a  hurry— and 
then,  your  parents  and  mine — I  really  don't  care ! 
I  can  wait! 

Shepherd.    What  if  we  were  discovered — ? 

Shepherdess.     (Rising)    Discovered — ?    Here? 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  7 

No,  no — the  thickets  and  the  underbrush  are  our 
faithful  guards — we  are  quite  safe  here — at  home! 
Don't  iear!  None  suspects  all  that  goes  on  in  "this 
wood!     Never  fear! 

Shepherd.     If  I  fear,  it  is  only  for  your  sake. 

Shepherdess.    I  know. 

Shepherd.     {Nervously)    That  old  wall — ! 

Shepherdess.  (Gaily)  That  old  wall  is  charm- 
ing, with  its  bearded  moss  and  pretty  bunches  of 
wild-flowers,  planted  by  the  birds  in  the  crumbling 
crannies. 

Shepherd.  Yes,  but  there  is  a  garden  on  the 
other  side  of  the  wall ! 

Shepherdess.  A  beautiful  garden — I  can  smell 
the  carnations  growing  there.  It's  the  King's 
garden —  At  any  rate/ the  gates  are  closed;  and  no 
one  ever  comes  to  smell'the  roses  and  pinks.  People 
don't  walk  in  king's  gardens.  And  how  lucky  it  is 
we  two  have  come  here  with  our  secret  love — we 
at  least  can  smell  the  flowers. 

Shepherd.  (Insisting)  Yet  that  gate  and  those 
footprints 

Shepherdess.    Where? 

Shepherd.     There! 

Sepherdess.  Those  are  ours — from  the  other 
evening — that  time  you  ran  after  me — what  a  fellow 
you  are !  What  tiny  things  disturb  you ;  you  al- 
ways see  people  following  us,  and  hear  footsteps — 
and  then  you  don't  kiss  me —  Look,  now,  the  bolts 
are 

Shepherd.     That  makes  no  difference 

Shepherdess.  But  who  would  open  the  gate? 
And  why  indeed?  You  know  very  well  kings  don't 
wander  about  in  the  woods !  They  spend  the 
livelong  day  writing,  and  signing  documents — why, 
they  have  no  idea !  And  then  kings  are  so  old ! 
They  don't  play  the  fool — they're  not  lovers,  as  we 
are!  They  only  go  out  in  grand  carriages  through 
the  broad  countryside,  in  daytime,  and  never  with- 


8  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

out  many,  many  servants. 

Shepherd.    Kings,  perhaps — but  the  Princess — ? 

Shepherdess.  Oh,  the  Princess,  she  might  come! 
I  don't  care!  Here  eyes  are  sweet:  I  shouldn't  be 
afraid  of  her.  And  then,  there's  nothing  criminal 
in  our  love — I'll  say  in  a  whisper,  and  very  humbly: 
"  That  Shepherd,  Madame,  is  my  lover ;  my  father 
doesn't  want  me  to  marry  a  shepherd,  and  /  won't 
— well,  love  loses  nothing  by  waiting." 

Shepherd.  Of  course;  if  it's  the  Princess,  then 
we'll  pay  court  to  her — she  is  sure  to  delight  in  our 
love  stories.  We'll  tell  her  our  own,  and  then  per- 
haps she'll  marry  us! 

Shepherdess.  One  word  from  her  would  be 
enough. 

Shepherd.  Simply  say  I  am  to  be  a  great  sheep- 
owner  some  day — she'll  believe  that. 

Shepherdess.  Well,  that's  no  more  than  the 
truth — you'll  be  rich  some  day. 

Shepherd.     I  hope  so. 

Shepherdess.     I  am  sure  you  will. 

Shepherd.    She  has  such  soft  eyes! 

Shepherdess.  Precisely  what  I  told  you — you 
ought  to  believe  me ! 

Shepherd.  With  such  blue  eyes,  she  can't  pos- 
sibly have  a  black  soul. 

Shepherdess.    You  think  her  eyes  are  blue? 

Shepherd.    Like  flax  flowers. 

Shepherdess.     Then  you  know  her? 

Shepherd.    Very  well. 

Shepherdess.    Naughty ! 

Shepherd.  Very  slightly,  I  should  say!  I  have 
seen  her — on  Sundays — in  her  carriage — with  a  little 
dog  sleeping  in  her  arms — all  white  it  was,  with  a 
pink  ribbon  tied  round  its  neck. 

Shepherdess.    Tell  me  all  about  her. 

Shepherd.  She  seemed  fearfully  bored.  When 
I  passed,  she  looked  at  me,  and  waved  at  me  with 
the  tip  of  her  parasol. 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  9 

Shepherdess.    You? 

Shepherd.     Me ! 

Shepherdess.    The  idea! 

Shepherd.  Word  of  honor! — And  then — she 
passed. 

Shepherdess.     Is  she  pretty? 

Shepherd.     Yes,  indeed. 

Shepherdess.    Prettier  than  I? 

Shepherd.    That's  different. 

Shepherdess.    Tell  me :  prettier  or  not  so  pretty  ? 

Shepherd.    Whiter. 

Shepherdess.    What  ? ! 

Shepherd.     But  not  so  pink. 

Shepherdess.  Good!  But,  dear,  I  know  so 
many  things  about  the  Princess :  she  is  beautifully 
dressed,  and  I  am  positive  that  her  godmother  is  a 
real  fairy. 

Shepherd.    A  fairy? 

Shepherdess.  Yes,  a  fairy.  Of  course,  I 
haven't  seen  the  Princess,  as  you  have,  but  I  know 
things — !    For  instance,  did  you  see  her  ring? 

Shepherd.    What  ring? 

Shepherdess.  She  always  wears  it — her  fairy- 
godmother  gave  it  to  her — It  gives  her  more  power 
than  if  she  were  a  queen,  when  she  has  it  on  her 
finger.  Whoever  owns  it  may  make  three  wishes — 
of  any  kind  whatsoever.  Ask  that  a  forest  bloom 
in  winter — and  it  blooms ;  ask  that  one  who  despises 
you  love  you — and  behold  the  most  ardent  of  lovers 
at  your  feet! 

Shepherd.    Truly?    Any  wish? 

Shepherdess.  Yes.  But  there  are  only  three — as 
soon  as  the  third  is  made — good-bye! — Now,  come 
— kiss  me  again — and  remember,  fairy  or  no  fairy : 
— will  you  always  love  me? 

Shepherd.    Always! 

Shepherdess.    My  dearest 

Shepherd.     My  life! 


io  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

{They  are  now  seated,  talking  in  low  tones.  The 
gate  at  the  back  opens.  The  Princess  enters 
not  seeing  the  couple,  nor  do  they  see  her.) 

Princess.  {Looking  about)  No  one — and  no 
one  has  followed !  For  a  single  hour  I  shall  be  a 
free  princess.  How  open  and  sweet  the  air  is  this 
side  the  wall!     {She  goes  upstage  toward  the  left) 

Shepherd.     {Tenderly)     My  dearest! 

Shepherdess.  Would  you  like  to  go  to  sleep 
now? 

Shepherd.    You  too! 

Shepherdess.  {Offering  her  lips)  Once  more! 
The  last ! — Good-night ! 

Shepherd.     Good-night ! 

Shepherdess.    {After  a  pause)    Are  you  asleep? 

Shepherd.    Almost — are  you? 

Shepherdess.    Yes. 

{They  go  to  sleep.) 

Princess.  {Coming  down-stage  toward  the  right, 
still  zvithout  seeing  the  lovers)  Not  a  soul!  The 
whole  green  forest  is  mine.  Now  that  I  have  all 
this  time  to  myself,  what  shall  I  do?  Run  through 
the  underbrush?  All  alone — ?  Why?  .  {She  sits 
down)  I  think  I'd  rather  look  at  the  blue  sky  up 
there  as  it  gradually  fades. — Free  at  last!  {Very 
sadly)     And — alone ! 

Shepherdess.     {In  her  sleep)     My  dearest! 

Princess.  It  is  so  sweet  to  breathe  freely  again, 
but  I  should  be  doing  something!  And  it's  getting 
so  dark  here — I  can  hardly  hope  for  something 
surprising  to  happen — and  that  would  be  too  bad! 
{A  pause)  What  if  I  used  fairy-godmother's  ring? 
Nonsense !  I  have  only  three  wishes — that's  not 
many,  and  I  should  take  good  care  of  them — no,  I 
shan't  think  of  that!  {She  reflects  for  a  moment) 
True,  if  I  made  one  wish  I  should  still  have  two 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  u 

left.  (Catching  sight  of  the  Shepherd  and  Shep- 
herdess)    Shepherds!    Asleep! 

Shpherd.     (In  his  sleep)     Dearest! 

Princess.  Lovers!  How  sweet — enchanting! 
I  have  never  seen  real  lovers !  (She  continues  look- 
ing at  them) 

Shepherd.  (Mis  eyes  still  closed)  It's  very 
late! 

Shepherdess.  (Her  eyes  are  also  closed) 
You've  wakened  me ! 

Princess.  They  speak  even  in  sleep !  (She  hides 
in  the  underbrush  behind  them)  From  here  I  can 
see  everything,  and  they  shan't  be  able  to  see  me! 
— /  was  never  so  happy ! 

Shepherd.  (Sitting  up)  But  I  tell  you  it's  late: 
the  sun  has  set. 

Shepherdess.    Don't  wake  me  yet! 

Shepherd.     Sleep  then — /  am  going. 

Shepherdess.  (Motionless)  Not  yet — how  in- 
considerate of  you !  Listen :  I  was  dreaming  that 
we  were  old — years  and  years  and  years  from  now ! 
And  we  loved  each  other  just  as  much  as  we  do 
now — it  was  so  sweet ! 

Shepherd.  You  are  telling  me  that  because  you 
don't  want  to  wake  up  yet 

Shepherdess.  I  was  a  grandmother,  and  you  a 
grandfather,  and  our  little*  grandchildren  swarmed 
about  us  by  the  thousand,  prattling  and  singing 

Shepherd.  (Interrupting)  Yes,  but  come  quick 
— it's  getting  very  dark !  See,  the  stars  are  coming 
out — you'll  be  late! 

Shepherdess.  I  can  resign  myself  to  that! — 
Now — !  (She  rises,  and  takes  her  bonnet  which 
hung  suspended  from  a  bush)  Is  my  bonnet  be- 
coming  ? 

Shepherd.     Yes. 

Shepherdess.    It's  not  too  red? 

Shepherd.    No. 

Shepherdess.    Then — until  to-morrow? 


12  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

Shepherd.    Until  to-morrow! 

{They  kiss.) 

Shepherdess.  (Starts  to  go  then  returns)  One 
more — to  remember  on  my  way  home. — Do  you 
love  me? 

Shepherdess.  Ah,  do  I?!  My  dear  one,  I  do 
love  you !  When  you  go,  my  heart  stops  beating — 
yet  my  eyes  are  so  full  of  you  that  I  see  things,  the 
whole  world — with  you  between !  And  I  stand  for 
hours  and  hours,  not  saying  a  word,  not  budging  a 
single  step — when  the  sun  sets.  The  flowers  smell 
not  half  so  sweet  when  you  are  gone,  the  brooks 
sound  harsh  as  they  dance  over  the  rills ;  the  leaves 
aren't  so  beautiful.  But  then  I  think  that  to- 
morrow, in  spite  of  everyone — of  those  who  want 
us  to  separate  especially — I  shall  see  you,  first  in 
the  distance,  under  the  shady  trees,  then  coming 
down  the  path  strewn  with  dry  leaves.  You  don't 
know,  dear,  you  don't  know  what — ! 

Shepherdess.  Ah,  yes — I  know — for  I  love  you, 
too !    I  do  know ! 

Shepherd.     Go  now,  quickly;  you  must! 

Shepherdess.    My  love ! 

Shepherd.    My  dear  one ! 

Shepherdess.    Yes,  I'll  run! 

Princess.  (Aside)  I  must  see  him  and  speak 
with  him ! 

Shepherd.    I  love  you ! 

(The  Shepherdess  has  disappeared.    The  Princess 
comes  from  her  place  of  hiding.) 

Princess.    Shepherd ! 

Shepherd.  (Surprised  and  startled)  Some- 
one— ! 

Princess.  I  was  hiding  there  in  the  underbrush 
— I  heard !    But  you  mustn't  blame  me ! 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  13 

Shepherd.  (Uneasily)  The  Princess!  (After 
a  moment's  consideration)     People  say  she  is  kind 

Princess.  I  happened  to  be  passing — no  one 
else  knows !  I  was  walking  all  alone ;  I  thought 
there  was  no  one  else  in  the  whole  forest. 

Shepherd.     We  too! 

Princess.  I  know  I  should  not  have  looked, 
when  I  saw  you  sleeping  there — it  was  not  right — 

Shepherd.  At  least,  don't  say  anything  about 
it! 

Princess.  I  saw  your  happy  smile  as  you  were 
sleeping — I  never  saw  such  a  smile — And  now  the 
moment  I  appear,  the  smile  goes !  I  am  a  Princess, 
and  no  one  dares  look  me  in  the  face ;  wherever  I 
go  there  is  silence;  I  see  only  eyes  which  are  blind. 
It's  sad,  truly — Even  the  little  pages,  whom  I  hear 
playing  in  the  distance,  suddenly  lose  their  joyful 
expression  when  I  am  present:  they  are  mute  from 
respect  and  fear.  In  vain  I  ask  them  questions,  I 
insist — and  I  know  beforehand  just  what  their 
answers  will  be!  It's  so  sad — do  you  under- 
stand ? 

Shepherd.  In  other  words,  your  court  pays  you 
too  much  court,  and  you  are  tired  of  it  all? 

Princess.    Indeed  I  am! 

Shepherd.  You  would  prefer  a  bold  page  who 
made  love  to  you. 

Princess.  Oh,  yes!  (Interrupting  herself)  That 
is  to  say — (Gaily  and  sincerely)  Yes!  I  should 
like  to  be  loved ! 

Shepherd.  Oh,  that  will  come,  never  fear !  You 
needn't  lose  hope,  for  even  among  kings  you  may 
find  a  handsome  man! 

Princess.     Yes — possibly 

Shepherd.     Of  course — why  not? 

Princess.  I'm  so  bored:  my  life  is  like  a  foun- 
tain on  a  rainy  day — why,  I  haven't  even  a  man 
cousin !   Now,  a  cousin  is  a  brother — almost  a  lover ! 


14  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

We  could  talk,  and  quarrel,  and  make  up!  He 
could  tell  me  I  was  pretty — do  you  know,  I  can't 
find  out,  I  have  no  means  of  learning,  whether  I'm 
pleasing  to  look  at ! 

Shepherd.  (Very  naturally,  as  he  scans  her) 
You  are — very ! 

Princess.     Really? 

Shepherd.     Indeed  you  are! 

Princess.  Am  I  what  you  would  call  a  "  pretty 
girl "  ? 

Shepherd.     You  know  that  perfectly  well! 

Princess.  No!  This  is  the  first  time  that  was 
ever  said  to  me !  To  my  face !  Every  other  time  I 
suspected  that  it  was  said  because  I  was  rich !  Tell 
me  that  again — my  heart  is  beating  so!  Do  you 
think  someone  would  love  me  if  I  were  a  shep- 
herdess ? 

Shepherd.    Without  the  shadow  of  a  doubt! 

Princess.  Would  my  eyes  be  considered  pretty? 
And  my  mouth?  (Coquettishly)  Personally,  I 
think  I  have  a  very  pretty  mouth — and  my  smile — ! 
Of  course,  I  look  nearly  always  very  sad  when  I 
smile,  but  look !  My  mouth  and  eyes  are  all  lighted 
up!  When  I  am  near  you,  my  whole  face  glows! 
Tell  me  that  I  am  pleasing  to  you — hm — what  is 
your  name? 

Shepherd.     Sylvain. 

Princess.    I  think  it's  a  charming  name. 

Shepherd.  (Modestly)  An  ordinary  shepherd's 
name — you'll  find  Sylvains  everywhere:  we  are  all 
called  Sylvain,  it's  handed  down  from  father  to  son. 

Princess.  I  like  to  repeat  it:  Sylvain!  (Con- 
scious of  her  charm)  Don't  hang  your  head  that 
way !    Say  something — Sylvain ! 

Shepherd.     What  shall  I  say! 

Princess.    Imagine  that  I  am  engaged  to  you! 

Shepherd.    To  you?    I! 

Princess.  And  why  not?  Sylvain — truly,  I  love 
the  name ! 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  15 

Shepherd.    You're  making  fun  of  me! 

Princess.  Say  those  nice  things  that  shepherds 
say  to  shepherdesses,  when  they  are  driving  home 
their  flocks!  Something  tender,  something  serious 
— as  you  two  did  not  long  ago — Then  I  did  not 
feel  so  lonely.  It  was  as  if  you  were  speaking  to 
me  of  love!     Each  kiss,  each  caress — I  too  felt! 

Shepherd.    When  we  were  alone  we  dared 

Princess.  But  we  are  alone  now!  Sylvain — 
talk  to  me  as  you  did  to  her — look  at  me :  the  mo- 
ment I  come  you  are  reproachful  and  afraid! — 
Why  are  you  so  still? 

Shepherd.    You  talk  all  the  time ! 

Princess.     Come — nearer!     Nearer  to  me! 

Shepherd.    I  must  go  now! 

Princess.    You  must?    Truly,  must  you ? 

Shepherd.     Yes. 

Princess.  This  is  the  divine  hour  when  the 
woods  are  freshest — stay,  only  for  a  little  while! 

Shepherd.  I  cannot:  I  live  far  from  here,  at  the 
end  of  the  village.    They  are  waiting  for  me. 

Princess.  You  are  like  a  little  girl!  Stay:  I 
shall  allow  you  to  make  love  to  me  as  if  I  were 
your  sweetheart!  Do — !  (Almost  violently)  I 
wish  it!  (Softly)  Please!  (Sadly)  Not  long 
ago,  I  was  almost  sure  I  was  pretty,  but  now — I 
don't  know!  Why  can't  you  understand  me — and 
love  me? 

Shepherd    I'm  only  a  common  shepherd 

Princess.     I  will  make  your  fortune. 

Shepherd.  I  can't  love  two  women;  and  I  love 
one  now. 

Princess.  Then  love  only  me,  you  must  choose 
me!    I  am  a  Princess,  and  I  wish  it,  I  command — 

Shepherd.  But  you  shouldn't  say  "  I  command 
you  to  love !  "  The  heart  must  give  itself.  Take 
some  page,  some  courtier,  with  gallant  manners  and 
fine  language — !  I  should  be  too  common,  too  hasty 
and  violent.    And  choose  one  who  is  not  engaged, 


16  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

as  I  am ! —  Now,  good-bye !  Believe  me,  I  am 
greatly  flattered.  Let  us  go,  you  to  your  palace,  I 
to  my  shepherd's  hut — Good-evening. 

Princess.     Please  don't  go  yet. 

Shepherd.  We  should  only  spend  the  night  here, 
and  never  advance  a  single  step.  I  do  not  love  you 
— and  if  I  must  speak  my  mind:  I'm  tired  of  you, 
Madame  la  Princesse  ! — So  much  the  worse  !  Good- 
night, I  am  going — stay  or  leave — (He  goes  out) 

Princess.  Pleasant!  I'll  be  revenged!  The 
audacity !  To  dare  tell  me  to  my  face  that  I  bore 
him!  Have  I  been  dreaming?  How  inelegant  of 
him — how  common !  He  needs  a  good  lesson — 
But  I  knew  how  to  get  rid  of  him — a  single  flash 
from  my  eyes  was  enough!  (She  falls  into  a 
r every)  Of  course  I  did  send  him  off — after  he 
ran  away!  (A  pause)  No,  no,  I  can't  let  him 
leave  this  way !  I  am  so  sad,  and  he  so  happy !  I 
want — I — He  must  come  back  this  instant,  forget 
that  he  loves  his  Shepherdess,  and  say  ."  I  love 
you  !  "  to  me.  I  wish — I  wish — I  wish ! — For  the 
first  time,  oh  ring,  perform  my  wish.     (Soft  music 

7ieard  in  the  distance.  The  landscape  takes  on  a 
faint  mysterious  bluish  cast.  This  remains  until  the 
fall  of  the  curtain)  What  is  this  I  hear? — Thank 
you,  good  godrnother!  That  music,  this  pale  light 
that  fills  the  forest!  This  lovely  Spring  air — he 
mill  love  me!    What  will  he  say?    I'm  afraid 

(The  music  ceases  and  the  Shepherd  enters.) 

Princess.  He's  coming!  I  must  not  seem  to  be 
expecting  him.  First  I  must  say  No — it  always 
begins  that  way  in  books — first  deprive  one's  self — 
and  pluck  the  flower  after 

Shepherd.    Strange!    Unheard-of! 

Princess.    Here  you  are  again,  Sylvain ! 

Shepherd.     Yes,  it  is  I. 

Princess.  I  was  tired  of  doing  nothing,  and  I 
was  picking  flowers. — You  know — I  forgive  you. — 
Were  you  looking  for  something? 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  17 

Shepherd.  Oh,  no !  Well,  that  is  to  say — Yes. 
— This  is  strange!  As  if  a  hand  had  been  laid  on 
my  shoulder  and  dragged  me  back.  Yes,  it's  I.  I 
recognize  this  old  wall  and  that  clearing  over  there, 
yet  I  seem  to  have  been  made  over — I  hardly  know 
myself. 

Princess.  (Aside)  He  is  afraid,  and  he's 
ashamed — I  must  encourage  him — Tell  me ! 

Shepherd.    I  love  you ! 

Princess.    Is  that  true?    Do  you  love  me? 

Shepherd.  Of  course  I  do,  but  how?  Why? 
Some  divine,  sweet  power  draws  me  toward  you. 
I  want  to  say  nothing  to  you,  but  the  driving  power, 
that  sweet  something  within  me,  gives  me  words. 
So  I  dare — to  touch  your  hand,  too. — Now,  I  am 
yours,  and  I  love  you! 

Princess.  Now  you  are  as  I  wished  you  to  be! 
To-night  we  two  shall  go  to  the  palace,  and  to- 
morrow instead  of  your  simple  costume  you  will 
be  clothed  in  the  handsome  uniform  of  a  page. 

Shepherd.     Embroidered  with  gold?     Truly — ? 

Princess.    It  will  be  magnificent. 

Shepherd.  How  splendid!  I  am  very,  very 
happy ! 

Princess.  And  you  and  I  will  ride  all  day  long 
in  a  carriage. 

Shepherd.    With  the  little  dog  between  us? 

Princess.    What  dog? 

Shepherd.    The  little  white  one ! 

Princess.  Oh,  no,  he's  m'deous.  He  was  nice — 
before  I  knew  you ! 

Shepherd.    Didn't  you  love  him? 

Princess.  Perhaps — he  was  so  gay  and  amus- 
ing— but  now  I  don't  love  him — now  I  have  you! 

Shepherd.    Naturally — it's  not  the  same  now! 

Princess.  It  seems  that  I  was  in  a  dream,  and 
now  I  am  waking  from  it;  something  in  my  heart 
has  suddenly  burst  open — do  you  love  me? 

Shepherd.    I  love  you — now  tell  me :  what  else 


18  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

shall  we  do  in  the  palace — from  morning  till  night? 

Princess.  All  sorts  of  things — anything  you 
lik" — did  you  ever  eat  preserved  roses? 

Shepherd.    No. 

Princess.    You'll  see:  they're — exquisite! 

Shepherd.  In  my  uniform  I'll  look  like  a 
marquis. — And  on  Sundays  may  I  wear  lace  cuffs? 

Princess.    Of  course! 

Shepherd.  And  on  Sundays  we  can  escape  to 
this  wood,  and  I  can  show  my  friends  how  I've 
risen  in  the  world ! 

Princess.    If  you  like. 

Shepherp.  Not  everyone  walks  arm  in  arm  with 
a  princess!     It's  extremely  flattering! 

Princess.  I'll  do  everything  you  like — only,  you 
love  me? 

Shepherd.    Oh,  I  do ! 

Princess.  But  you  say  it  so — briefly — and  you 
only  answer  when  I  ask  you !  When  one  loves,  he 
says  how  and  why,  and  speaks  a  thousand  tender 
words — as  you  did  when  I  overheard  you  here. — 
Try  now. 

Shepherd.  I  tell  what  I  feel :  I  love  you.  My 
heart  is  entirely  yours.  What  else  shall  I  say?  I 
did  love  another,  but  that  love  is  gone ;  I  did  not  love 
you,  and  now  I  do!     There! 

Princess.     (Sadly)     There! 

Shepherd.  There!  I  am  happy  when  I  look 
into  your  eyes. — There ! 

(They  are  silent.) 

Shepherdess.    (Calling  in  the  distance)  Sylvain! 
Princess.    It  is  she! 
Shepherd.    Yes. 
Princess.    Not  a  word! 

Shepherd.  I  don't  intend  to;  there  would  be  no 
use.    Let  us  go. 

Princess.    Yes — but  at  once! 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  19 

Shepherdess.  (Still  invisible,  but  her  voice 
sounding  nearer)     Sylvain! 

Shepherd.    Hurry! 

Princess.  (At  the  gate)  I  can't  find  the  key- 
hole— it's  so  dark! 

Shepherdess.  (Appearing  at  the  back)  Sylvain! 
Sylvain,  I'm  afraid — A  wolf — I  saw  his  shadow ! 
Where  are  you,  Sylvain? 

Shepherd.  (To  the  Princess)  Hide!  (To 
the  Shepherdess)    Here  I  am! 

Shepherdess.  (Running  to  him  and  throwing 
herself  into  his  arms)  At  last!  It's  you!  I  ran  ail 
the  way  here.  Take  me  and  hold  me  close!  Oh, 
I'm  afraid — and  cold !  To  die  alone — oh !  Take  me 
— but  you  don't  hold  me  tight  ? ! 

Shepherd.    Yes,  I  do. 

Shepherdess.  Why  don't  you  speak?  What's 
the  matter?    Why  don't  you  look  me  in  the  eyes? 

Shepherd.    But  I  am! 

Shepherdess.  Look  at  me !  Tell  me  now,  why 
are  you  so  silent  and  cold?  This  isn't  you — those 
are  not  your  eyes — and  you  don't  smile  at  me! 
Answer  me :  are  you  cold,  are  you  sick  ?  Your  hand 
is  icy,  and  your  forehead — let's  go  together — and 
we'll  let  people  say  what  they  like.    Come ! 

Shepherd.    I  can't. 

Shepherdess.    What  ? 

Shepherd.    Someone  is  waiting  for  me. 

Shepherdess.    Who? 

Shepherd.  Someone  very  rich  and  very  im- 
portant. 

Shepherdess.    Who? 

Shepherd.    The  Princess! 

Shepherdess.    The  Princess,  waiting  for  you?! 

Shepherd.  Yes — she  is  in  love  with  me!  I  anv 
no  longer  a  shepherd. 

Shepherdess.  (With  condescension)  And  my 
poor  love !    Yes,  I  see 

Shepherd.    I  am  a  page. 


20  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

Shepherdess.  You're  mad !  Some  sorceress  of 
the  forest  has  turned  your  head. — How  terrible! 
And  at  his  age ! — Come  and  let  me  take  care  of  you. 
My  poor  dear ! 

Princess.     (Appearing)    He  is  right. 

Shepherdess.    The  Princess! 

Shepherd.    You  see! 

Shepherdess.  Am  I  dreaming?  Is  he  really 
leaving  me?  Doesn't  he  love  me,  and  is  he  in  love 
with  you?  Madame  la  Princesse,  take  pity  on  us — 
No,  it  can't  be !  He  loved  me  not  an  hour  ago — 
now  he  doesn't  love  you — see,  he's  crying!  You 
don't  answer!  It's  your  magic  ring  that's  bewitched 
him — How  could  you  do  that !  You  are  both  silent. 
Oh,  Princess,  how  could  you  take  him  from  me? 
I  loved  him  so  tenderly!     (She  begins  to  cry) 

Princess.    Don't  cry! 

Shepherdess.  You  understand,  Madame!  He 
is  my  lover — you  cannot  separate  us,  you  would 
not 

Princess.    But  you  mustn't  cry ! 

Shepherd.  No,  you  mustn't.  You  make  us  feel 
very  sorry ! 

Shepherdess.  I  have  only  my  tears!  I  have  no 
godmother,  I  have  no  ring,  as  you  have,  to  cure  me ! 
If  my  love  is  lost,  I  shall  die ! 

Shepherd.     Die !     Nonsense ! 

Shepherdess.  Yes — I'd  rather  die — then  I 
shan't  suffer 

Princess.    What  shall  we  do  ? 

Shepherd.  I  have  no  idea — it's  all  your  fault: 
think  of  something. 

Princess.  Would  you  like  dresses  and  fine 
jewels? 

Shepherdess     No. 

Princess.    Or  a  title,  perhaps?    Countess? 

Shepherdess.    No. 

Princess.    Or  Marquise? 

Shepherdess.    No  !    No ! 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  21 

Princess.     What  do  you  want?     Tell  me. 

Shepherdess.  No,  no,  no.  I  want  nothing  of  all 
that — only  give  him  back  to  me,  as  I  knew  him : 
faithful  and  tender ! 

Princess.  Give  him  back?  Never — I  am  too 
afraid  of  being  lonely  again — I  have  just  felt  the 
happiness  of  being  loved — you  ask  me  to  renounce 
too  much. 

Shepherdess.     Give  him  to  me! 

Shepherd.  (Approaching  the  Princess)  Per- 
haps, without  having  to  give  me  up,  you  could  make 
her  forget  me? 

Princess.  Yes,  but — would  she  really  die  other- 
wise? 

Shepherd.     Surely! 

Princess.  But — I  should  then  have  only  one 
more  wish  ! — Poor  child  !  Well — For  the  second 
time,  ring,  perform  my  wish!  (Music  is  again  heard 
in  the  distance) 

Shepherdess.  What  is  happening  to  me?  I'm 
so  happy !  That  soft  sweet  music  in  the  air !  Some 
balm  is  soothing  my  breast! — No,  no — I  want  to 
love  you  still !  I  should  rather  suffer  and  love  you ! 
— I — !  I  want  to  suffer,  and  remember! — Now — 
now — a  great  weight  is  lifted  from  my  heart,  and 
I 

(The  music  gradually  dies  away.) 

Shepherd.  Now — I  am  forgotten!  It's  all  over! 
See  how  happy  she  looks !     She  doesn't  suffer  now. 

Shepherdess.  (Absent-mindedly,  to  herself) 
Now  I  love  no  one. 

Shepherd.  Now  we  are  all  happy — You  don't 
love  me  any  more,  do  you? 

Shepherdess.    No. 

Shepherd.  What  a  marvelous  ring! — Now,  are 
you  going? 

Shepherdess.     Yes. 


22  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

Shepherd.  And  all  alone?  What  if  you  should 
see  the  wolf? 

Shepherdess.     Now  I  am  not  afraid. 

Shepherd.  But — thieves?  bandits?  Call  loudly 
if  you  need  help. 

Shepherdess.  I  had  only  my  love,  and  that  has 
been  taken  from  me.  Oh,  I  have  nothing  to  fear 
now  in  the  dark  forest ! 

Shepherd.  What  will  you  do  from  morning  till 
r.i^ht? 

Shepherdess.     I  shan't  care. 

Shepherd.    You'll  soon  find  a  new  lover. 

Shepherdess.    I  hardly  think  so. 

Shepherd.  But  you  can't  remain  single  forever. 
Of  course,  I  shall  have  the  Princess,  and  you 
must 

Shepherdess.  I  shall  have  my  dog  and  my 
sheep. — But  you — aren't  youvunhappy? 

Shepherd.  No,  I'm  going  to  wear  a  beautiful 
uniform  of  gold;  I  shall  ride  in  a  carriage  all  day 
long.  Then  I'll  eat  preserved  flowers — roses! 
They're  delicious !     I'm  very  happy ! 

Shepherdess.    You  are  crying! 

Shepherd.  No,  only  my  eyes  smart — you  are 
crying? 

Shepherdess.  No,  I  was  just  listening  to  what 
you  were  saying. 

Shepherd.  But  look!  That  big  tear — on  your 
hand — ! 

Shepherdess.  Oh — it  must  have  come  from 
your  eyes. — People  cry  only  when  they're  unhappy, 
and  /  am  very  happy ! 

Shepherd.    Yes,  we  are  happy ! 

Princess.  {Who  in  the  meantime  has  come  close 
to  the  couple)  Poor  children,  I  am  trying  to  destroy 
their  happiness!  It  is  very  wrong  of  me! — Even 
the  ring  cannot  separate  them!  (To  Sylvain) 
Sylvain,  don't  cry,  you  mustn't ! 

Shepherd.  But  I  am  not  crying — I  am  ready  to 
go  with  you — I  love  you. 


»    *        *      * 


THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS.  23 

Princess.  No,  no,  don't  say  that!  I  free  you 
from  those  deceitful  promises  I  forced  you  to  make, 
Sh — I  don't  want,  I  refuse — ! 

Shepherd.    I  think  only  of  you! 

Princess.  You  make  love  to  me,  and  your  hands 
are  ice-cold ! 

Shepherd.    It's  the  night-wind! 

Princess.  No,  it  is  because  your  love  for  me  is 
nothing  but  my  wish  that  you  should  do  so !  I  love 
you,  you  do  not  love  me,  and  every  word  you  speak 
I  steal  from  you!  When  you  were  free,  you  did 
not  choose  me;  when  I  begged  you,  you  ran  away. 
Your  heart  did  not  turn  to  me  of  its  own  accord — 
the  charm  forced  you!  Now  you  must  be  faithful 
to  yourself  and  return  to  your  true  love.  For  the 
last  time,  ring,  perform  my  wish! 

{Music  as  before.) 

Shepherd.     {To  the  Shepherdess)    It  is  you! 

Shepherdess.     Sylvain! — How  blue  the  sky  is! 

Shepherd.    And  how  light  the  shadows! 

Shepherdess.     How  beautiful  your  eyes! 

Shepherd.    How  sweet  are  yours ! 

Shepherdess.    I  love  you! 

Shepherd.    I  adore  you ! 

Princess.     They  are  happy. 

Shepherdess.  Take  care!  Don't  say  anything 
that  will  wound  her!  We  must  be  nice  to  her! 
Come,  Madame ! — She  is  crying !  Please,  I  beg  you, 
don't  cry!  You  are  so  pretty!  And  I  promise 
that  you  will  be  loved.  To  begin  with,  we  shall 
never  forget  you — but  someone  else  will  love^  you : 
a  prince! 

Shepherd.    Or  perhaps  an  Emperor! 

Shepherdess.  And  you  will  not  need  the  ring  to 
make  him  love  you! 

Princess.  My  poor  ring!  Here,  I'll  make  you  a 
present  of  it.     It  will  bring  you  good  luck. 


24  THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS. 

Shepherdess.    You  are  very  good! 

Princess.  Now — forgive  me,  both  of  you — you, 
too,  godmother !  But  I  regret  nothing :  I  took 
account  of  nothing  before  to-day  but  my  own  whims 
and  caprices,  and  I  thought  happiness  was  some- 
thing that  could  be  captured — Alas !  I  have  learned 
from  these  wishes  that  lovers'  hearts  are  no  toys 
for  a  little  child,  but  that  love  must  begin  and 
finally  come  forth  like  a  flower.  You  can  do*  every- 
thing else,  godmother,  you  hold  all  Nature  in  your 
power — but  you  cannot  separate  two  lovers  ! — Now 
I  understand :  an  hour  ago  I  was  a  little  child. 
(To  the  Shepherd  and  Shepherdess)  I  have 
cried  for  you  both,  and  I  feel  much  better  for  it. 
Good-night,  my  dears.  Let  us  return,  each  to  his 
home.     (She  turns  to  go) 

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THE  WAGER,  by  Giuseppe  Giacosa.  This  one  act  poetic 
comedy,  written  by  the  most  celebrated  dramatist  of  modern  Italy, 
was  the  author's  first  work.  It  treats  of  a  wager  made  by  a  proud 
young  page,  who  risks  his  life  on  the  outcome  of  a  game  of  chess. 
Price  25  Cents. 


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THE  LITTLE  SHEPHERDESS,  a  poetic  comedy  in  one  act. 
by  Andre  Rivoire.  A  charming  pastoral  sketch  by  a  well-known 
French  poet  and  dramatist.  Played  with  success  at  the  Come'die 
Francaise.   Price  25  Cents* 

PHORMIO,  a  Latin  comedy  by  Terence.  An  up-to-date  version 
of  the  famous  comedy.  One  of  the  masterpieces  of  Latin  drama; 
the  story  of  a  father  who  returns  to  find  that  his  son  has  married 
a  slave  girl.  Phormio,  the  parasite- villain  who  causes  the  numerous 
comic  complications,  succeeds  in  unraveling:  the  difficulties,  and 
all  ends  happily.    Price  25  Cents. 

THE  TWINS,  a  Latin  farce  by  Plaut.cs,  upon  which  Shake- 
speare founded  his  Comedy  of  Errors.    Price  25  Cents. 

THE  BOOR,  by  Anton  Tohekoff.  A  well-known  farce  by  the 
celebrated  Russian  master;  it  is  concerned  with  Russian  peasants, 
and  portrays  with  masterly  skill  the  comic  side  of  country  life. 
Price  25  Cents. 

THE  BLACK  PEARL,  by  ViOTORiEN  Sardou.  One  of  Sardou's 
most  famous  comedies  of  intrigue.  A  house  has,  it  is  thought, 
been  robbed.  But  through  skilful  investigation  it  is  found  that  the 
havoc  wrought  has  been  done  by  lightning.    Price  25  Cents. 

CHARMING  LEANDRE,  by  Theodore  de  Banville.  The 
author  of  "  Gringoire"  is  here  seen  in  a  poetic  vein,  yet  the  French- 
man's innate  seuse  of  humor  recalls,  in  this  satirical  little  play,  the 
genius  of  Moliere.    Price  25  Cents. 

THE  POST-SCRIPTUM,  by  Emile  Augisr.  Of  this  one-act 
comedy  Professor  Brander  Matthews  writes:  "...  one 
of  the  brightest  and  most  brilliant  little  one- act  comedies  in  any 
language,  and  to  be  warmly  recommended  to  American  readers." 
Price  25  Cents. 

THE  HOUSE  OF  FOURCHAMBAULT,  by  Emile  Augier. 
One  of  the  greatest  of  recent  French  family  dramas.  Although  the 
play  is  serious  in  tone.  It  contains  touches  which  entitle  it  to  a 
position  among  the  best  comedies  of  manners  of  the  times.  Priob 
25  Cents. 


THE  DOCTOR  IN  SPITE  OF  HIMSELF,  by  Moliere.  A 
famous  farce  by  the  greatest  of  French  dramatists.  Sganarelle  has 
to  be  beaten  before  he  will  acknowledge  that  he  is  a  doctor,  which 
he  is  not.  He  then  works  apparently  miraculous  cures.  The  play 
is  a  sharp  satire  on  the  medical  profession  in  the  17th  Century. 
Prirb  25  Cents. 

RRIGNOL  AND  HIS  DAUGHTER,  by  Capus.  The  first 
comedy  in  English  of  the  most  sprightly  and  satirical  of  present- 
day  French  dramatists.    Price  25  Cents. 

CHOOSING  A  CAREER,  by  G.  A.  de  Caillavet.  Written  by 
one  of  the  authors  of  "  Love  Watches."  A  farce  of  mistaken 
identity,  full  of  humorous  situations  and  bright  lines.  Price  25 
Cents. 

FRENCH  WITHOUT  A  MASTER,  by  Tristan  Bernard.  A 
clever  farce  by  one  of  the  most  successful  of  French  dramatists. 
It  is  concerned  with  the  difficulties  of  a  bogus-interpreter  who 
does  not  know  a  word  of  French.    Price  25  Cents. 

PATER  NOSTER,  a  poetic  play  in  one  act,  by  Francois 
Coppee.  A  pathetic  incident  of  the  time  of  the  Paris  Commune, 
in  1871.    Price  25  Cents. 


ADDENDA 

CORRECTION x-The  price  of  "  The  House  of  Fourchamhault 
and  "  Brignol  and  His  Daughter  "  is  50  cents  a  copy. 


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Syracuse,  N.  Y. 

PAT.  JAN.  21,  1908 


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